Istas the Griffin
Mittens the Numean Lion
A large arena with rocky cliff faces for walls. The land terrian is bare dirt for the most part, with mismatched rocks scattered over it. A circular body of water with a diameter of 100 metres is the only other feature and is situated in the centre.
Istas shifted uncomfortably as he caught sight of his opponent, the vast distance between them obscuring the details of his enemy. They stood at opposite ends, their starting position at the top of the cliffs that encircled the large arena. By straining his eyes, he could make out the ground below them, a dusty plain dotted with jagged boulders at regular intervals as though lain out specially by the arena directors. The pool in the middle seemed out of place against the barren landscape but Istas was not concentrating on that; his only thoughts were how to use such things to his advantage.
He was trying his best to stay serious, to focus, despite the sunlight glaring in his eyes. His calm façade was shattered as the announcer called out his opponent’s name.
It seemed like a sick joke. Istas wanted to laugh but a second glance at the Numean Lion, strong muscles tensed for action, caused the noise to catch in his throat. He felt like a sparrow challenging an eagle but he hurriedly convinced himself it was all in his head.
He had to stay calm.
He had to keep his nerves.
A low growl rose within him as he shifted his weight forward, ready to leap as the announcer began to count down, the beginning of the match approaching. He was a Griffin, king of the sky and the land. He refused to tremble over some over-grown cat. The bell rang out. The fight was beginning.
Istas made sure to be the first to move; he was smaller and sleeker than his opponent was and at the moment, that might be all he had as an advantage. The icy air that accompanied such an altitude, as the one at which they stood, whipped his fur back as he lunged himself off the cliff edge. He skidded down the rocky wall for a few moments, talons and claws controlling the pace at which he slid before he used his powerful back legs to propel himself off and into flight.
A majestic cry, mimicking that of an eagle, came from his beak, slicing through the crowd’s silence. His wings were outstretched to their maximum as he used the wind’s current to his advantage, dipping down slightly before curving upwards, sending himself higher than his enemy at an alarming speed.